March 11, 2010
By Anonymous

my heart is so alone so sad my tears are made of blood each tear is made of sorrow the night is dark black, the air is so thick that is crushes my soul to pieces, each broken piece of my soul has a part of my sweet and sour life, each moment is hard, i will die in a piece of darkness trying to get out but falling right back in, in the empty night of my heart.

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on Mar. 27 2010 at 3:24 pm
Literalist17 SILVER, Monte Vista, Colorado
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aww so sad

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